Poet. Essayist. Contemplative. Teacher. I started in love with poetry and have slowly been seduced by prose. Why be a mistress when you can marry everyone?
The End of All Ends
The end is coming. Let me join the long line of doomsayers who wish to predict the end of the world. The end is coming.
Sometime in the next five billion years the sun, which is the source of all our energy, will expand and envelop and demolish the earth. Imagine, for a moment…
Fear nothing more than the focused, for they will be the ones to carry the great leaps and bounds of the species to fruition with their ability to see the distracted rest of us as mere tools to achieve whatever end on which they are fixated and to ignore those things which so fascinate and keep us…